It's More Than That...

In my house a lot of conversation is surrounded around one single object. The television is something that most people feel causes loss of conversation and exchange within families. In my house the use this item is almost a life line to start conversations that could not begin without another situation. Once my mother and I were watching “The Maury Show”, and it was about out of control children. On this show the children were using vulgar language with their parents and physically hurting them. My mother and I got into a great discussion about how, why, and where there behaviors stemmed from. Television is something that you turn on, off, and change the channel. In many peoples life television can represent more talk shows, reality TV, and game shows.

Television is the one item that has no life but gives so much life. Television is a non-living thing can provide culture and substance to many different things and in my house not only is it a focal point; it has become important in family bonding. I work thirty hours a week and go to school Tuesday Thursdays. Needless to say time is limited and relaxing while spending time with family can become complicated. Every Thursday I come home finish all my homework and then sit down with my mom and cousin to enjoy quality time.
Thursday is Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, and Making the Band. We eight O’clock hits on the dot the TV is surrounded. With my family encircled awaiting the drama, controversy, and debates waiting to happen. If I ever thought of it, the poor television gets yelled, screamed and carried at. A lot of emotion happens and at times it is directed towards this lifeless, spiritless thing. In actuality the television consumes the anger or even desperation coming from our conversations instead of directing it toward each other. Through it all the television is our outlet for stressful days, and upsetting people.

My Essay's

Essay 1

The essay “The Measure of My Powers by M.F.K. Fisher” was detail. This essay showed me the significance of describing everything in detail. I learned that the shortest of moments can become the greatest in writing if everything is expressed. I chose this essay because it has not been an assigned reading yet. One day as I was searching for another essay the book opened to this one. “The measure of My Powers” is a short essay, yet the level of inspiration is not. The author takes something as simple as jam and how it taste and turns it to much more. Reading this essay it shows me how one simple love can become so much more with a little detail and clarity splashed across the page.

Essay 2

The second essay I chose to write about is the Susan Orlean essay, “The American Male at age 10”. This essay brought me into the light from the dark. I never thought much about what goes into making a biographical essay. This essay taught me that you can start off with a simple interview and make anything out of it. The way Susan Orlean was able to interject her perspective and or character into the essay astonished me. I didn’t know that making oneself a character in a biographical essay still held true to being biographical. If I ever stop to consider by doing so your just taking information that is already known and meshing it with words such as “ If I were” made it true. I really overall enjoyed this essay and have become a fan of her work.

Does His Art Ever Matter?

On Valentine’s Day my guy and I went to see, He’s just not that into you. This movie appears to be a normal romantic comedy, not to be given a second look. I just happen to love romantic movies and also movies with a lot of comedy. My guy thought it would be a great idea to give me the best of both worlds on Valentine’s Day. This is how he worked, give her what she wants and no problems. The only problem was I had no interest in a movie about why guys, rudely reject, stand up, and never return a phone call. Needless to say this has never been an experience of mine personally. Nonetheless, I sat through this movie, which gives all the elements of a normal girl likes boy, boy is disgusted by girl, and girl cries telling boy he is heartless. All the while boy realizes he is and boy goes after girl. That was the movie in part; this movie gave actual perspective and depth. There were so many different types of relationships all revolving around friendships. This movie was inspiring because not only did the typical love story happen, but the atypical relationship surprises and gives revelation in one.
The atypical relationships are the great ones where boy and girl date for years never to be married. Seven years pass, without a marriage proposal, all of your friends are married and your younger sister announces her engagement. The typical response is girl asks boy why she has yet to be asked when everyone around her has. Is there something wrong with girl’s relationship? Boy responses with, no I don’t believe in marriage and sooner than later boy and girl break up. Typical, the atypical, is for girl to realize that her friends husband cheats on her with Miss Yoga instructor and girl’s sister is pressuring her fiancée into a speedy union. All of which are dysfunctional and unhappy, but girl cannot see past her own selfish desires to know that, boy is actually the man of her dreams. Boy is the man who only wants her to realize that he will not propose on the basis of a timeline or because everyone else is doing it.

The art in this is somehow to know when something is for you, it is the man being allowed to be himself and propose marriage on his terms. Sometimes women don’t always no better, as I did not know that the movie I was taken to see would enthuse me. Art is the creation of beautiful or thought-provoking works. When we left the theater, I began to ask my guy did he like the movie, he responded with it was way better than the Sex in the City Movie. He was right, this movie was far better than that movie in which I dragged him to see with me because the show was all about women self empowerment. The question that I was left with after our conversation is has the feminist movement cost some women the art of male inspiration. Never to call oneself a feminist, however empowered enough to do for myself, after that movie I could not help but to look at my guy and wonder am I guilty of depriving myself of his art?

Miss Mia

My Boyfriend calls her my crazy friend, my mom calls her passionate friend, and my cousin calls her my hilarious friend. Nevertheless Mia is a character of my life, my friend, my secret teller and more so my partner and crime. Reality is I truly love her for every bit of who she is. In fact she is all of those things, funny, crazy, passionate and hilarious. Today was our spa day; she got me something I have been wanting for a while for Christmas and my birthday a one hour long massage. So I was driving to her house late afternoon after a full day of school. The first thing she said is “Oh I can’t wait for a massage, I’m so excited.” I knew exactly what she meant after all my class’s that was exactly what I needed.

So we drive over to Lifetime Fitness my gym and when we walk in were immediately greeted, checked in and offered water. “Mercedes I so wanted to have the massages together so we can talk shit, what else am I suppose to do? I thought they said we can have the massages together?” “You know what Mia I thought they did too.” The lady comes in and asks us to fill out this information front and back. I started to fill out the form and they ask everything from do you have contact lens on to what is the name and phone number of your physician. I started to mark on the paper what part of my body I was filling tension. Mia looks over and says “What you putting down, hell I will just copy any damn thing.” I began to laugh at her because they wanted the tension on her body and then I proceed to copy the places she put down as well. That was us, one in the same but, at the same time not.

After our massages were over we both came out of our rooms and sat in the Zen like waiting room. She immediately began to tell me about her massage, “Did you feel the hot rocks, what hot rocks, I didn’t feel any hot rocks, yeah girl she put some hot stones on me and then set it in my hand. Oh well I didn’t get any hot rocks just hot towels.” “I wish that was a man who gave me that massage, I would have asked him to keep going!” That was Mia, unedited in everyway, but I loved it and was thinking the same. “I told her now I see why men don’t want other men massaging there woman, yeah cause people like me would cheat, oh yeah Mercedes I would cheat on his ass.” All I could think was, yes I could see her doing such things after a great massage. Today was great day and truly just another day in life of Miss Mia, honest until it hurts.